This one is getting tight as we draw towards a close Serengeti 1056/13/81 v Horsham 779/11/71 @Wolffy84
Round 17 - Cow Bay 1,118 def by Serengeti 1,539 The visiting Buffalos put on a masterclass performance to destroy the home side by 421 points last round to keep up with the top 4. The Crocs however, are now clutching on to a top 8 position. While Moyle (99) finally showed up to give the home side a ruckman, too much was left to too few over the round. Noble (106) and Sheezel (94) continue to be solid defenders in 2025 and Rankine (131) saw a welcome return to top form. But a total of 9 Crocs were below average over the weekend and couldn't get to 75 points. Worpel's 39 didn't contribute much in the midfield, where Taranto (89) and Hopper (88) were best in the centre square. Serengeti on the other hand had 7 players ton up. The mids were led by Zerrett (159), Callaghan (144) and Neale (126) who ran amok at each centre bounce. English (109) just outperformed his younger counterpart in the ruck contests, Cameron (131) kicked a bag up front, while HH (105) and May (104) rebounded at will. Not to be forgotten, Kelly (129) performed superbly off the interchange. Big Tap Moyle (99) def by English (109) BAFFU 3 Zerrett, Serengeti, 159 2 Callaghan, Serengeti, 144 1 Rankine, Cow Bay / Cameron, Serengeti, 131
SFB 1440 CAR 1119 @ron swanson I'm up on the Gold Coast for the u16 AFL Championships to watch the young bloke it might be a late match report...
The Buff have just held on in no small part to some unfortunate team availability for the Huskies. Serengeti 1192 def Horsham 1108 @Wolffy84 Full match report to follow
Full time in the Goldfields @ddsaints It wasn't pretty, but it was a comfortable win for the hot favourite Parasites from Pakenham. The whole match was a yin-yang affair, with some extraordinary scores (three over 140, plus an extra in the magoos), and some absolutely miserable scores (six scores less than 50). The Coolgardie defence was all about J Sicily and his 114, while N Wanganeen-Milera and J Worrell both stood strong in support, however A Caminiti clearly wanted a win for the saints, by letting the opposition coach have his own way! The Pakenham defence was ably lead by J Sinclair on 106, with M Blicavs leaping over everything like a steeplechaser, in strong support, while Idun and Rivers were there but not special. Pakenham won the line by 32 points. The home town midfield saw a masterclass from former Brownlow medalist O Wines, on his way to a team high 143 points. C Serong was servicable, just missing the ton, while Touk went down with a hammy and Jaeger's best days seem well behind him, as both struggled to trouble the statisticians. On the flip side, the visitors took full advantage of the home teams shortcomings, with Z Butters buttering up everything on his way to a game high 154, running in tandem with N Anderson and his 148 points. A Cerra and W Setterfield were seen uploading videos of their teammates to Instagram and TicTok, but not doing much of their own work. The visitors demolished the home side by 108 points. The ruck was another disaster for the Prospectors, with the Big O going down to the Parasites' Big Row, by 65 points, 35 to 100. Finally the forward line brought some joy to the home fans, with love-him-or-hate-him J Ginnivan leading the way on 114 points. D Jones did well, while J McInerney and P Wright are lucky that the depth isn't there to see them spend a week on the sidelines. For the fans that made the journey across the Nullabor, there wasn't much goalkicking prowess to be seen. S Darcy and M Owens were servicable but not spectacular, while J Lukosius and J Hogan certainly were not heros! Coolgardie won the line by 66 points. The bench brough more joy for the locals, with J Short returning with a bang, and 119 points, ably supported by A Aliir. Meanwhile J Fletcher came storming off the visitors bench, mopping up loose balls everywhere, on his way to 102 points, however S Sidebottom was only half the man that Fletcher was. The Prospectors won another line, by 40 points, but it was all to little and too late. In the end, the power and relative consistency of the visitors shone through, giving the Parasites a 99 point win, and keeping them cemented near the top of the ladder, while the Prospectors now need many results to go their way to be a chance of making the eight. The votes: 3 - Z Butter, Pakenham, 154 points 2 - N Anderson, Pakenham, 148 points 1 - O Wines, Coolgardie, 143 points Next up sees Coolgardie on the road to Groote Eylandt for a Barracuda fishing trip, while Pakenham are back home, hoping to give the African Buffaloes a virus they can't recover from. Good luck to all four teams.
thanks Yad. Imagine my joy, watching on an ipad from my death bed with the man flu, to see connor rozee be subbed out just after halftime because he broke a nail. absolutely thrilled... anyway, site is rolled. ill get to the match report when i can keep some food down
@eagle_eyed Last Tide at The Graveyard: Nuytsland Vikings vs. Exmouth Anglers Where Ruin Meets Resolve The wind howled over The Graveyard, that cursed stretch of coast where more bones sat above the soil than beneath it. Salt-scarred trees leaned like old warriors, and the sea hissed against the rocks as if trying to warn the living: Turn back. This is where stories end. The Nuytsland Vikings, once proud raiders of the south, limped into formation. They had spent the season bloodied and broken—ambushed in the east, starved in the west, their jarl slain and their longships half-sunk. Their axes were chipped, their shields cracked, their beards unbraided. But they stood. What remained of them—barely two dozen—stood with backs to the sea, as they always had. From the red cliffs to the north, the Exmouth Anglers approached—slowly, heavily. These were no longer the slick, sun-beaten fishermen-warriors who had once ruled the Ningaloo shallows with spear and net. They had been pillaged by desert raiders, struck by disease, and shattered by inland betrayals. Their legendary harpoons now served as walking sticks. But like sharks that refused to sink, they came anyway. The Anglers were known for their patience—like crocodile hunters in the shallows, waiting for the moment to strike. Masters of ambush and tide-born traps, they had fished both ocean and man. The Vikings, by contrast, were fury made flesh—berserkers who fought like fire and fell like hammers. At The Graveyard, neither side wanted to fight. But both knew they must. The first blow was hesitant, like a punch thrown in a dream. Then came the screaming steel, the spray of blood, and the crack of bone. The battle was slow, grim—like watching two old titans punch through rust and exhaustion. The Anglers cast nets, trying to tangle feet and throttle throats. The Vikings, with nothing left to lose, shattered skulls with broken hafts and swung their shields like boulders. It was a war of attrition—desperate, dirty, and cruel. When the sun dipped into the ocean, only one figure still stood. Sweet One-Eye, last of the Nuytsland Vikings, coated in blood and breathing like a dying bear, gazed out over the field. Around him were the bodies of his brothers, and the Anglers too—those sea-lurkers who had haunted the coast for seasons now lying still as driftwood. He fell to one knee, not in prayer, but in sheer fatigue. The Graveyard had claimed nearly all. But not all. The Nuytsland Vikings had won—not with numbers, not with strength, but with sheer refusal to die. And as the tide washed up around Sweet’s boots, he looked out at the sea and growled: "Not today, old gods. Not today." Vikings 993 def Anglers 936 3.Rowbottom 122 2.Sweet 95 1.McCarthy 87 Big Tap Sweet